Blue Imelda, She's the saddest bitch in all of Spectrum
She can't rely on business to keep herself satisfied
For we are only farmers, and the love of a farmer
Has one hand on the headboard and the other hand in the soil

Oh Lord, I'm yours forever, I will never take a lover
I'll keep myself as pious as my body will allow
For I am just a farmer, and the body of a farmer
Has one eye on the pussy and the other on the plough

I bow, I bend deeply
I'm sheepish and barely
Able to say it from beginning to the and
(Your shirt is torn to ribbons)
Woman, can I take you as a friend?

In my opinion it sounds like a gay man's love song to women. there's an element of repression and bravado when he says that a humble ("sheepish", "barely able to say it [sex?]") man's life is his job and sex ("plough" and "pussy"). He conjures up a lot of sexual images, like your average heterosexual man is accustomed to ("your shirt is torn to ribbons"), but at the end of the day he just keeps himself "pious" and chaste, and asks "Woman, can I take you as a friend?".

Such a beautiful song though. He's obviously very passionate about this Imelda lady! And the steel drums sound brilliant with the Zac Condon's sweet brass melody.